It’s finally my last delivery of the night.
Someone’s about to get plastered and unfortunately it’s not me. I step out of my car carrying a pizza box in my left hand and a six pack of beer in my right. It’s dead quiet right now, a little past midnight. I wait to be buzzed into the apartment.
An unsure voice speaks over the intercom. “Who is it?”
“Pizza,” I announce back.
“Ohhhhh,” the voice says. “Okay. Come on up.”
I clomp my way up the echo-y staircase to apartment 3A. I knock on the door.
“I need your signature,” I call through the door. Last delivery of the night before I go home and get stoned in my underwear, I want to add. “Hello?”
Finally there’s some skittering on the other side of the door. This guy’s probably already stoned out of his mind. I wait a few moments and then go to knock again, but he opens the door before I can.
And… I’m not going to comment on it, because this kid is maybe 18, maybe. He’s a handsome brown dog wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs. Nothing else. I look down at the receipt and mumble. “Ummmm… I’m gonna need to see some ID for the beer.”
“Some ID?” he asks, bewildered.
“Yeah.”
“Okay, um. Come in. Can you put the stuff there?” He points to a table by the front door as he walks off into the apartment. Normally I never go into an apartment even just to put the food down, but I’m tired and I want the night to be over. I try not to look at his perfect butt in his briefs as he walks away. He has a beautiful body like I did when I was his age. I don’t look like that now that I’m 15 years his senior. The apartment doesn’t look like a college dude’s apartment, it looks like he lives with his family. I look down. This is not my place to pry.
Finally the kid returns with his ID. He hands it to me. His name is Ryker Collie and he’s 18 years old as of a few weeks ago. I look up at him and shake my head.
“You’re not even going to give me a fake ID?”
“Oh, for the beer?” he asks stupidly. “I didn’t even…”
And then it’s quiet for a second. I think he’s trying to come up with some excuse, or if I were him that’s what I would be doing. Maybe there’s nothing going on in his head at all and he’s just waiting for me to give it to him anyway.
And stupid me, I’m going to. He reminds me of myself at that age. Stupid.
“Look, it’s my last delivery of the night. I’m going to pretend I forgot the beer, okay, and I’m just going to remove it from the order and give it to you.”
He grins. “You’d do that?”
“If you promise me that next time you order beer, you’ll give the guy a fake ID, please. I know you’re 18 and it’s stupid that you have to wait another three years, but don’t make it my problem.”
“Score!” he says, taking his ID back. “Thank you, man.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
“Good.”
“Do you want one?”
“Of the beers?”
“It’s the end of your shift, no?”
I stare at him. I know this is the set-up to a hundred pornos, but I really can’t tell his intentions. I was the same stupid bro-y kid at his age and I totally would have loved an older pizza guy coming in and fucking me on my night alone, and you’d think that him being in nothing but a pair of briefs and inviting me in would indicate that. I also know I’m 35 and he’s 18 and that should not be happening no matter what.
“Just one, okay?” I respond.
He grins. “C’mon.”
Ryker takes the pizza and the beers over to the couch and turns the TV on. It’s a very nice, well-kept living room. It’s definitely not his. I stand in front of the couch and take a few sips of the beer while he nonchalantly watches whatever’s on Adult Swim like the pizza guy isn’t right in front of him. I take a seat next to him.
“So…” I say. “No parties or nothing tonight?”
“I mean, I was invited. You don’t think I was invited?”
I laugh. “I think you were invited.”
“I just needed a night in.”
“I get that.”
“Applying to college has been so freakin’ stressful, you know?”
Oh. That’s how young we’re talking. Even though everything’s telling me I need to get out right now, I need to go home and get stoned and forget this happened, I know in my heart of hearts I’m not going to leave.
“And with my parents out of the house tonight, I thought I’d just relax.”
“Yeah. I get that.”
“What about you? No parties?”
I don’t know how to answer that in earnest. I’m a 35 year old bull who delivers pizza for a living. No parties.
“Nah, man.”
“That’s cool, that’s cool.”
And at this point, when I’ve had most of my beer and the meager conversation ended, is when I should make my exit. In fact, my consciousness overcomes me and I start to stand up. But then I see what he’s doing. With his legs spread, his balls practically slipping out of his briefs, he begins to scratch himself down there. He makes eye contact with me as he does it.
Now I know fully well from years of experience that that’s a cruising signal. I’m amused he’d be doing that to me when I’m right in front of him, when he’s already got me in his paw.
“What’s goin’ on, kid?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he smiles. He gets a little more obvious down there, grabbing his dick in his briefs instead of just scratching. I follow along, grabbing myself through my shorts. I never in a million years thought I’d be on the other side of the pizza man equation, but here we are.
And now we’re touching ourselves. He’s fully hard under his briefs, I’m fully hard under my shorts. He pushes his bulge to the side and starts stroking the full length of it. I grin at him.
Ryker stands up, his erection obvious. His tail swings left and right. I watch him like he’s a piece of steak. He deliberately turns around and walks over to what I guess is the door of his room. I follow him in, leaving the pizza and beer behind us.
Seeing his room confirms just how wrong this is. It’s a small room – there’s a bed with an old box TV and an Xbox Series X at the end, a closet which probably contains no clothes because they’re scattered all over the floor, and baseball posters all over the walls. He’s a baseball player. That explains his nice ass. It smells like weed and body spray in here and even in the dark I can see cum stains on his sheets.
He’s 18, but he’s definitely still a teenager. And I hate to say it, but that only entices me more.
Ryker stands in front of his bed and keeps stroking his cock through his briefs. I step forward and take a seat on his bed, letting my shorts fall to the floor. My cock is already threatening to poke out of my briefs, so I move the fabric aside and let it pop out. Ryker smiles.
“Come over here, kid,” I say.
He gets on his knees in front of me. He looks so fucking sexy, pure lust in his eyes. I jerk off a little while smiling at him, getting myself ready.
“Have you done this before?”
“With girls,” he says. Exact response I would have given at the time. “Not with a guy before.”
“Well. I think it’ll come naturally to you.”
Clearly he’s thought about this before, because he starts kissing his way up my thighs like he’s done it a million times. I can’t quite see what he’s doing down below the bed but his wrist is most definitely moving up and down. I lay back and look up at baseball trophies displayed on his far wall. While he’s kissing my inner thighs he pops my balls out of the fly, then he moves onto kissing those. He starts kissing all the way up until he’s at the tip of my dick, precum streaming down onto his nose.
“You’re a natural, kid.”
“I’ve watched a lot of porn.”
He starts licking the tip of my dick, then pushes the whole thing into his mouth. I let out a huff of air as he makes my cock slick. The kid starts going down on me with no reservations. He’s clearly been excited to try something like this.
Now I’ll be honest, I haven’t had sex in a while. I jerk off a lot but there haven’t been a lot of pretty boys down there recently. So when he grips my thighs tight and sucks my cock until it’s in his throat, I find myself getting close pretty quickly. That’s what you get when you have sex with the real pizza man, I guess.
I let him get a good breath before putting my hooves on the back of his head and controlling his movement. I let him feel what it’s like to have me pushing on him with my whole cock down his throat, then let him come up for air. When he goes down again, and really when he starts using his tongue, letting it dance across the base of my cock, that’s when I know I’m ready.
“Fuck, kid,” I moan. “I’m gonna cum down your throat.”
He makes no effort to move, so that’s when I let it go. I start pumping my hot cum down his throat, and in between each pulse I feel him swallow. It feels fucking fantastic, but more than that it feels so good to be letting this kid play out this fantasy I know I had when I was his age.
When he finally pulls away, he comes up panting. He looks at me with a smile, every last ounce of cum drinken, spit running down his chin. “Woah.”
“You like that?”
“Fuck yes.”
He sits back onto his knees. I finally get a good look at his dick, poking out of the fly of his briefs and throbbing like crazy. He starts touching himself half-heartedly, still looking up at me. A little bit of cum leaks out of my dick and onto my belly.
“What’s up?”
“Nothin’.”
I chuckle. “You wanna come kiss?”
“Is that cool?”
“Come up here, kid.”
He climbs up onto me, getting a bunch of my cum onto his fur. He sits on my lap, my still erect dick sitting between his butt cheeks. I put my hoof on his head and bring him in for a gentle kiss, then for a little more. His mouth tastes a little bit like my dick but I don’t mind. As we’re kissing, I grab his dick and start jerking him off.
He’s sizable down there. I’m a little thicker but he has a few inches on me. It turns out Ryker got himself most of the way there just by jerking off, because I only have to touch him for a few seconds before he’s throbbing in my hand and moaning in my mouth. He pulls away from the kiss with a little bit of spit on his chin and shuts his eyes tight. I jerk him off until he explodes all of me. The kid’s a shooter – his load bursts forward, a little of it getting on my chin and most of it getting on my only clean work shirt. Good thing I’m off the clock now.
“Fuuuuuuck…” he whispers under his breath. “Oh, man.”
“Come here, baby,” I say.
He falls forward into my arms. I squeeze him tight and give him a kiss on the forehead.
We cuddle for a little bit. I feel his chest rising and falling, the sound of his breath in my ear. Eventually I realize he’s fallen asleep in my arms. The pizza’s still sitting out there in the living room getting cold.
I’m getting tired myself, I realize. I close my eyes.
“Goodnight, kid,” I whisper.